by Liz Adair
by Liz Adair
My daughter Terry is just back from
This good man spent a lot of time with Terry, and one of the conclusions he reached was that she was grieving. It physically hurt her to leave people she loved in such a tenuous existence and come back to the plenty of our very middle class existence here in the
It’s been interesting, as well, to watch this humanitarian effort evolve. It began as an extension of our family’s book, Lucy Shook’s Letters from Afghanistan. The intent was to use proceeds from the book to finance outreach, but most of the money actually comes from the family flipping burgers from a concession stand and from donations. Terry teamed up with OFDC (another shoestring humanitarian outreach where there are no salaries paid) to do micro credits in
Then, last fall, a friend of Terry’s from
Since then, there has been one minor miracle after another. Terry, never a shrinking violet, asked the church welfare department if there was a possibility they could teach classes to help the women understand how to utilize the microcredits. As it turns out, the church has a twelve-class program that they developed years ago that they have available for just this situation, and the first class will be taught to thirty women in Montero next month.
She was also able to interface with another organization that had already plowed the legal ground operate in the country. They gave her access to their lawyer, and thus SWAN was able to get over that hurdle without consuming money that otherwise could be used for microcredits.
As Terry visited with old friends, she could see that this is very timely. There is no bishop’s storehouse, no welfare services at all for the saints in
So, as the family flips burgers at each Sedro Woolley celebration, we'll be thinking of those good people in